I can hardly fathom that this young man passed away nearly 25 years ago.
At age age seventeen.
He is Shaggy's namesake and the brother I never had.
To lose a child is a pain that I truly do not think I could survive.
Over the years, his parents found a way to continue, though and were mostly happy.
Last week, his father joined his son in Heaven at the age of 72.
I must say that the image I had of their reunion made me smile and cry at the same time!
The hugs...the laughter...the singing and dancing around...it had been a long time for them.
My dear friends, may you rest in peace and pipe down up there!
I love you both.